My husband has been gone the last 2 weekends.
When he is gone and I'm doing it all on my own, we tend to go through a lot of fast food restaurants.
I always say I won't order anything.
But I do.
The last 2 weekends.
And I always feel like crap after I eat that stuff, so why do I do it?
I kept saying that I'd get back on top of things when my husband gets home.
Then on Wednesday night at my soccer game, another girl and I collided and both fell.
She fell on top of me, my ankle to be exact.
It twisted and I heard multiple cracks.
Great, just what I need.
A cheeseburger butt and now I can't work out.
I went to the dr. 2 days later, because I hate going to the dr.
A little piece of bone in my ankle had chipped off.
Nothing they could do about it.
Just wait till it heals the dr. said.
I have a problem sitting still.
I love to run.
I really like to work out, yes, so I can justify those cheeseburgers at McDonalds with the grilled onions and white cheddar cheese.
Anyway, here I sit, and when I walk I hobble.
Hopefully I'll be back to being my normal self soon!
On a positive note, we are the proud owners of 4 new paddle boards!
I can't wait to get out on the lake and work out that way! I bet I could do that with my ankle......